1.5: Two worlds in one #2

Midtown High – Hallway Lockers

Monday, 7:59 AM

Peter reached his locker right as Ned appeared, still halfway munching on a granola bar.

Ned: "Dude. You look like you didn't sleep all night."

Peter: (grinning tiredly) "I didn't. I kept thinking about… never mind."

Ned: (elbows him playfully) "Riley. You were thinking about Riley."

Peter: (defensive) "What? No. I was… okay yeah, maybe a little."

Ned: "Just a little? You came back to the library and everything."

Peter: "She didn't show up."

Ned: "Bro, don't chicken out again. If she's in your class, just talk to her. You're Iron-Man—"

Peter (whispers): "Ned!"

Ned (shrugs): "I meant metaphorically… You're brave-ish."

They do their nerdy handshake — clap, clap, elbow bump, finger spin — and head to class.

Meanwhile – Riley and Betty's Lockers

Betty: (teasing) "Sooo… I heard a certain someone was looking up Peter Parker's ID last night."

Riley: (groans) "Betty!"

Betty: "I'm just saying! You were practically sketching him like one of your French superheroes."

Riley: (deadpan) "You're the worst."

Betty (grinning): "I know. But admit it — he's kind of cute, right?"

Riley (softly): "Yeah. He is."

They walk to class, passing by Peter and Ned. Riley gives a small wave. Peter freezes, then waves back awkwardly, nearly dropping his books. Ned smirks.

Ned (under his breath): "Smooth."

Peter: (Nudges his shoulder) "Shut up"

8:10 AM – First Period: Science Class

Mr. Harrington stood at the front, disheveled as ever, coffee in hand.

Mr. Harrington: "Alright, class. We're going to warm up with a quick question before we get into today's—"

He squints at the roll sheet.

Mr. Harrington: "—Parker. Peter Parker. You're good at this stuff, right?"

Peter looks up, startled mid-doodle of Iron Man armor schematics.

Peter: (quickly turns attention) "Uh… yeah?"

Mr. Harrington: "Explain quantum tunneling. Make it sound... ninth-grade friendly."

Peter: (pauses, thinks for a sec, then confidently) "It's when a particle passes through something it normally couldn't, like a wall — because, at a quantum level, particles don't follow the same rules. They kind of… 'borrow' energy to get through."

Mr. Harrington: "Nice! That's… actually correct. Okay then."

Cue a voice from across the room.

Flash (mocking):

"Wow, Parker. Big words for a guy who still trips over his shoelaces."

Laughter.

Peter tries to ignore it, but Flash pushes further.

Flash:"You Google that or did Aunt May help you out again?"

Ned (under his breath): "Dude…"

Peter raises an eyebrow, calm as ever.

Peter (dryly):"At least I know what quantum tunneling is. You thought mitochondria was a Pokémon last week."

Class: "Ooooooh!"

Flash's smirk fades as people chuckle. Even Mr. Harrington cracks a smile before catching himself.

Mr. Harrington: "Alright, alright. Let's keep the mitochondria slander to a minimum. They are, after all, the powerhouse of the cell."

Peter sneaks a glance across the room — Riley is looking at him, amused.

She quickly looks away. But that one glance was enough.

Peter (in thoughs): " Uggghhhh... I hate myself for being like this... Can't I be less weird?" He sits down his desk.

Riley occasionally stealing gazes at him. Fantasizing about him as she puts her head on her desk whispering to herself... Eventually fell asleep.

In Riley's Fantasy..

Library, Midtown High — Afternoon

Saturday, 1:23 pm

Peter was sitting at a corner table, buried in his science textbook, scribbling notes and muttering formulas to himself. He was deep in his nerdy zone, glasses slightly slipping down his nose.

Suddenly, a voice called out from across the aisle.

"Hey, you."

Peter looked up and saw Riley standing there, holding a thick book just out of her reach on the top shelf.

"Can you pick that book for me?" she asked with a small smile.

Peter blinked, caught off guard, but nodded quickly.

"Sure, sure."

He stood, stretched, and reached up to grab the book. When he handed it to her, their fingers brushed for a brief moment — and suddenly both froze, eyes locking for just a second. That awkward, cute silence where neither knew what to say.

"I.. Uhh.. Never saw you around.. uhmm.. which Grade?" Peter asked up nervously.

"Grade 9B," Riley finally replied, her cheeks slightly pink. "Thanks," But this time she smirked, knowing that this is all her thoughts the same day, the same person. The same time, the same tension between them. Her eyes kept staring at Peter's..

Peter:

totally flustered. "Look... I don't know your name... And y'know.. uhmm why are you looking at me like hungry cat? He looks at a bookshelf, trying to not look at her.

Riley:

Smirks with desire.. and whispered "I like you Peter Parker.." she moves closer to him dropping the book, her eyes locked on his.

Peter closed his eyes, he's body completely froze.

Peter:

Totally flustered, his face all red trying to resist.

"W-we're.. way to close" his voice stuttering, breathing heavily.

Riley moves closer, their bodies collide, pressing with each other. she feels her face getting warmer. Her temperature rising.

Beat... Beat.. Beat..

She could feel her heart racing faster.

Peter:

Eyes still shut, trying to move but can't he's frozen. "Hey... Uhhhmm.. what.. are? He muttered but couldn't finish.

Riley kisses him, wraps her arms around him, her lips on his, feeling his warmth, she presses more against his body... She breaks the kiss, breathing heavily.. looking at his flustered and frozen face.

Riley (Desperate):

Lip to lip, She whispers.. "Mmmmnn.. oh goddd.. AHHH" she kisses him more passionately.. hugging him tighter.

"Oh godd your lips are majestic.. MOREE."

Peter grabs her waist, pulling her closer and returning her favour. He kisses her back pinning her against the book shelf, lifting her right leg. His hands tracing her waist up and down

More~More~Kiss me More..Oh Peter..!!

She grips him more tight, Kissing him deeper her tongue exploring his mouth, she just melted into him completely. She pulled back just enough to see his face.

Their Heads against each other, breathing heavily, hearts racing, minds thinking in ways never before, Emotions mixed with need, love, and driven by desire, not letting them both think straight..

She chuckles. "I love you.. Peter Ohh.. Peter, I love you"

Peter chuckles seeing her chuckle, Relieved and satisfied, "Your adorable" he muttered.

Riley smiled as his words and hugs him like she never wanted this cute, passionate and loving moment to end. "Your cozy.. hhaahh" she clung onto him like a little girl desperate for attention and care.

Just about when Peter was about to say her what she wanted to hear.

Peter: "I.... Lo..v" Intrupted, by a familiar voice

The whispers started echoing everywhere, like she's trapped in a cave, it consumed her and everything became pitch-black.

Betty (whispering): "RILEY? RILEY? WAKE UP RILEY!! WAKE UP ITS JUST A DREAM..".

Riley: (Wakes up) "Peter?.Huh? Where's Peter?" (Her eyes widened, saw herself in the class alongside Betty, she asked her whispering) "Was I Dreaming?"

Betty: (Nodds) "Yeah you were asleep and.. ohh boy you just were making weird soft noises and whispering..Oh Peter and Peter"

Riley looked as if the ground beneath her collapsed, and her face rushed red.

Riley (Whispering): "Was I loud..? Did someone hear?" (panicking)

Betty (Whispering): "No one y'know... Only Peter did,"

Riley's jaw dropped.

Riley (panicking): "Wait..What Peter heard me?" She whispered, "Did he really hear me?"

Betty: (Playfully) "No I'm just teasing you," (crossed her arms)

Riley: (Relieved) "Thank God nobody heard it"

Betty: (elbows her) "I did tho.."

Betty: (pouts) "Whatever Betty.,"

She glanced over to Peter, he was just watching videos of Avengers, his laptop was hidden under his book. She just smiles looking at him.

Riley: (taps her shoulder) "You really like him don't you?" Her voice Soft.

Riley: (sighs, turns to her) "Hmmm.. Yeah"

Betty (concerning): "Why don't you just ask him out.. or just tell him how you feel y'know" (crossed her arm) "I mean.. you just took a nap in class and were clearly dreaming about him" (tilts her head slightly)

Riley (Pouting): "Just quit saying I dreamt about Parker alright..?" (Slightly Annoyed) "Just let me be.. ok Betty?"

Betty (tired, rolls eyes): "Well... Alright if your fine with this.."

Riley (reassuring): "I'll be okay" (smiled wide) "I'll be fine.." her cheeks slightly warmed up.

MEANWHILE...

Peter still watching the avengers, sokovia battle with Ultron, clearly driving into it.

Ned (Whispers in his ear): " Duddeee... I'm telling you, she likes you Pete." (showing him the video clip of her staring at Peter) "See Peter? You can't chicken this one out. Come on Peter,"

Peter (Sighing): "Dude I'm watching something right now.. besides Idk what to say to her," (Faces back to his laptop) "Dude.. just don't talk about it... I don't wanna think right now."

Ned (Sighing): "Okay fine dude.. but don't let this slip outta hands like a total chicken," (moves back to his desk) "Anyway that's the 20th time your watching that Sokovia, Footage y'know"

Peter just keeps watching the video, His eyes dived into Iron Man vs Ultron. Watching with the utmost importance.

Ned just focuses on the ongoing lecture.

Midtown High – Courtyard

12:18 am – Lunch break

Students were scattered around the courtyard, lounging on benches, snacking, or chatting in clusters. The sun filtered through the trees, casting lazy shadows on the ground. Birds chirped, sneakers shuffled, and the light buzz of teenage chatter filled the air.

Peter sat alone on a bench near the fountain, munching on a bag of chips and sipping chocolate milk. His backpack rested beside him, half-zipped. He leaned back, eyes closed for a second, soaking in the quiet moment.

Ned plopped down next to him, biting into a massive donut.

Ned: "Dude, you always brood here like some discount Batman."

Peter: (deadpan) "At least I'm not eating dessert for breakfast."

Ned: (mouth full) "It's not breakfast. It's break. Break-fast. Totally counts."

They sat in silence for a few beats, just enjoying the sun.

Peter: (softly) "You ever wish things were… simpler?"

Ned: "Like no homework, no Flash, and no crushes that make you feel like you forgot how to talk?"

Peter gave him a look.

Peter: "Exactly like that."

Meanwhile, across the courtyard, Riley and Betty leaned against a tree, sipping juice boxes.

Betty: "Still thinking about Parker?"

Riley: (grinning faintly) "Maybe. Don't act like you're not invested too."

Betty: "Only because you get so flustered. It's like watching a baby deer try to walk."

Riley: "I will trip you."

Betty just laughed, tossing a popcorn kernel at her.

A breeze drifted through the air. Riley looked across the courtyard — and there he was, Peter, laughing at something Ned said.

He looked... peaceful. Ordinary. Real.

She smiled softly and looked away.

Back on Peter's side…

Peter (quietly, almost to himself): "She waved at me, you know"

Ned: (smirking) "And you waved like your elbow forgot it had joints."

Peter: (grinning) "Shut up."

Ned: "Lunch's in two hours, bro. If you're not gonna talk to her, just let me write a script for you."

Peter: "No scripts. I'll figure it out."

They both leaned back again, chips and donut in hand, just letting the sun hit their faces.

Break ends in 5 minutes.

A bell echoed faintly in the background. But for just a moment, things were still.

Quiet. Simple.

After Class – Midtown High, Hallway

Monday – 3:18 pm

The bell rang.

Backpacks zipped. Chairs scraped. A sea of sleepy teens flooded the halls.

Peter stayed back a moment, closing his chemistry notes with a sigh. He glanced at Riley from across the room — she was doodling something again, headphones half-on, lost in her own world.

He stood. Paused. Faked like he was checking his pencil case for something important. Just to stall. Just to maybe say something.

Ned (appearing at his side):

"Dude. She's literally right there."

Peter (mumbling):

"I know. I was just... organizing my pens."

Ned:

"You have one pen."

Peter sighed and slung his bag over his shoulder. They headed out, the hallway buzzing with half-woken conversations and sneaker squeaks on tile.

Behind them, Riley finally stood up, closing her sketchbook with a quiet thunk. Betty joined her.

Betty: (grinning) "You gonna talk to him today or just stare until he graduates?"

Riley: (mutters) "Shut up."

Betty: (playfully) "You drew him again, didn't you?"

Riley held the sketchbook tighter and didn't answer.

They exited just as Peter and Ned reached the stairwell. And like fate wanted to mess with them, they crossed paths.

Peter noticed. Riley noticed. Their eyes locked — half a second too long.

Riley: (quietly) "Hi."

Peter (voice cracking): "Hey."

Awkward smile.

Then they both kept walking.

Ned waited a beat, then elbowed Peter.

Ned: "That was progress, right?"

Peter (blushing): "I don't know, man... I think my voice just broke in front of her."

Ned (laughing): "Puberty's a battlefield, bro."

Somewhere behind them, Riley smiled to herself.

Midtown High – Lockers Hallway

Monday – 3:19 pm

Peter and Ned weaved through the hall traffic, finally reaching their lockers near the west wing doors. The clank of locker doors, the slamming of books, the murmur of kids already planning lunch — it was the usual Monday chaos.

Peter twisted his lock open, still a little dazed.

Peter: (quietly) "She said hi."

Ned: (grinning) "And you said hey — squeaky, but still counts."

Peter: (smacks head) "I sounded like a dying mouse."

Ned: "A mouse who talked to a girl. That's evolution."

Peter pulled out a half-crumpled worksheet and a granola bar that had seen better days. He stared at his reflection in the locker door's small mirror sticker.

Peter: (muttering)

"Puberty's out here speedrunning humiliation."

Ned: (mock-serious) "At least your face didn't break out mid-sentence. Remember my rash last month? That was a war crime."

They both laughed, the tension slowly shaking off.

Peter closed his locker, tapping it twice like a ritual.

Ned did the same.

They turned to the doors as the morning sun spilled through the glass. First period was done. Still a whole day ahead.

But that moment — that tiny stairwell smile, that cracked "hey" — it lingered in Peter's chest.

Ned: "Alright, Parker. Hit me."

Without a word, they launched into it:

Elbow bump.

Snap fingers.

Spin.

Finger-gun.

Double slap.

Point.

Chest tap.

"Boom."

They stepped outside into the courtyard, still laughing.

Somewhere behind them, a certain sketchbook peeked out of a backpack — and on one of its pages, a boy with messy hair and soft brown eyes was sketched, standing by a locker, smiling.

MEANWHILE...

Staten Island Salvage Warehouse (D.O.D.C Black Zone Alpha)

Monday – 3:34 pm

Inside a dimly lit warehouse cloaked in dust and humming with the low buzz of salvaged tech, sparks flew from a plasma cutter. Max Green, goggles on, sleeves rolled up, stood over a reinforced table cluttered with broken Chitauri plating, alien power cores, and old Stark Industries blueprints.

Phineas Mason, the Tinkerer, adjusted a holographic display nearby — rotating a 3D model of the S.C.D. (Superior Cloning Device). The core framework now looked eerily like a stripped-down Arc Reactor, modified to pulse in unstable rhythms.

Max (focused, muttering): "If we recalibrate the neural sync matrix… the subject won't fry. In theory."

Phineas (dry): "In theory. Like last time?"

Max didn't answer. He was already welding again.

From the shadows, Adrian Toomes walked in, wiping grease from his hands. His wingsuit rested on a mechanical rack behind him — modified, sleeker, darker.

Toomes: "You two been down here all night?"

Max: "We're close. Once the stabilizer's synced with the Stark drive core, it won't just copy… it'll perfect."

Toomes: (eyeing the prototype) "And then what? We clone Iron Man? Captain America?"

Max: (grim smile) "No. We make something better."

He pulled back the welding mask, sweat on his brow. For a moment, there was silence — just the hum of alien energy cycling through salvaged Stark conduits.

Toomes: (darkly) "Just don't forget who's funding this second chance."

Max: "Wouldn't be here without you, Adrian."

Toomes: "Damn right."

As they turned back to their workbench, a nearby monitor flickered. A Midtown High security cam feed was paused on Peter Parker walking down a hallway with a girl.

Max glanced over. Said nothing. But watched.

Then… back to work.

Queen's, Sidewalk.

Monday, 3:22 pm

Midtown High fades into the background as Peter and Ned walk along their usual route home. The sun glows warm, casting long shadows on cracked sidewalks. A light breeze carries the smell of food carts and city life.

Ned (mouth full of chips): "You ever notice Riley kinda zones out a lot in class?"

Peter (clutching his backpack straps) "Uh… yeah. I mean—not in a bad way. She's just… creative."

Ned: (eyebrow raised) "You mean she's an artist and you stare at her like she's Mona Lisa."

Peter: (defensive) "I do not stare. I glance. Briefly."

Ned: "With longing."

Peter: "I will push you into that bush."

Ned just cackles. They cross the street together, the light turning green as they jog across.

Ned: (quieting) "She seems cool though. Just… not the kinda girl that notices us."

Peter: "Maybe that's okay. I kinda like that she's... in her own world."

A pause. Then—

Ned: (joking) "You're such a poet when you have a crush. Gross."

Peter smiles, trying to hide it. They reach the corner where Ned usually splits off.

Ned: "You coming on later?"

Peter: "Yeah. After I eat. May's making pasta."

Ned: "Save me a breadstick."

They break into their goofy secret handshake — slap, clap, spin, elbow tap, and end with a finger-gun.

Peter: "Legendary."

Ned: "Every time."

Ned heads right. Peter walks on, grinning to himself.

Parker Residence – Living room/Kitchen

Monday, 3:45 PM

Peter walks in, tossing his backpack down by the door. The apartment is warm, simple, and smells like garlic and basil.

May: (from the kitchen) "Hey! You're home early."

Peter: (kicking off his shoes) "Last period ended early. Mr. Harrington tripped over the projector again."

May: (snorting) "Poor guy. He's like a walking hazard sign."

She sets a bowl of pasta on the table. Peter flops into his seat, instantly digging in.

May: (watching him eat) "So… how was school?"

Peter: (muffled) "Good. Kinda chill. Did notes. Talked to Ned. Didn't combust in front of Riley Green."

May: (mock gasp) "You talked to a girl?"

Peter: "It was one word. I said 'hey.'"

May: (grinning) "And how did she respond?"

Peter: "She said 'hi.' I think. Or maybe she said 'bye.' I don't know, it's all a blur."

May: (teasing) "I'm proud of you, loverboy."

Peter: (groaning) "Please stop."

Parker Residence – Peter's Room.

Monday, 5:07 pm

Peter's curled up on his bed, full from dinner. Homework lies open, untouched. He reaches over and video calls Ned.

The call connects. Ned appears, wearing a hoodie and holding a juice box.

Ned: (cheerfully)"My guy! Pasta report?"

Peter: "Delicious. May might've outdone herself."

Ned: "I still ship you and Riley."

Peter: (blushing) "Ned—"

Ned: "I'm just saying, we need to get you a prom date before you get superpowers."

Peter: (chuckles) "Bro, I'm not getting superpowers."

Ned: (grinning) "That's what all superheroes say right before they get superpowers."

Peter rolls his eyes, but laughs.

GREEN RESIDENCE – DINING ROOM Monday, 5:50 pm

Riley sits at the dinner table with her mom, EMILY, and her younger sister, EVELYN. The lighting is soft, the table half-filled with plates of grilled chicken, rice, and sautéed vegetables. A candle flickers in the middle.

Emily:

"Your dad texted. Says he's still stuck with the Damage Control team. Something in Staten Island."

Riley (quietly, poking her food):

"He hasn't been home since Sunday night."

Emily (trying to stay light):

"He's just… on a project. You know how he is when he's focused."

Evelyn (innocently, chewing):

"He forgets we exist when he's 'focused.'"

Emily and Riley exchange a glance. Riley gives a small laugh, but it's not full. Just tired.

Emily (offering a smile):

"Well… at least I still exist. And I made this food with love. That counts for something, right?"

Riley (gently):

"Yeah. It does."

Evelyn:

"Even if the broccoli is gross."

Emily:

"Eat your broccoli or I'm cutting the Wi-Fi."

They all laugh. It's small. But it's something.

INT. RILEY'S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Monday, 8:37 pm

Her room is soft-lit with lavender fairy lights. Posters of starlit skies, vintage space shuttles, and pencil sketches hang on the wall. Riley sits at her desk, laptop open on a video call with Betty.

Betty (on screen):

"I still think he likes you. That 'hey' was laced with fear and hormones."

Riley (half-laughing, covering her face):

"Betty, stop. I was just… surprised, okay?"

Betty:

"You like him. Don't deny it. It's adorable."

Riley spins in her chair slowly, biting her lip. She tosses a stress ball into the air once, twice.

She reaches for her phone and flicks through a few photos — blurry snapshots in the school hallway. Peter adjusting his bag. Peter laughing with Ned. One of him holding a textbook with his head down, unaware she even took it.

Then she opens a tab on her laptop — Peter's school ID. She'd looked it up earlier out of curiosity. It's still there.

She stares at it for a moment. Just… stares. Her fingers hover over the trackpad. She doesn't close the tab.

Betty (voice cutting in):

"Riley?"

Riley:

"Hm?"

Betty:

"You're totally simping."

Riley (smiling):

"Yeah. A little. And I've done it before."

Betty:

"Yeah totally simping on him."

She hugs a cushion to her chest, glancing one last time at the picture of Peter laughing.

Absolutely brooo, here's the updated ending with that "I hate you Ned" touch—pure best friend chaos:

INT. PETER'S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Monday, 9:12 pm

Peter's lying on his bed, staring at his phone. He just ended a call with Ned and was about to drift off…

Then—

DING.

New Message from Ned Leeds.

Image Attached:

Midtown School of Science & Technology Student ID Card

Name: Peter Benjamin Parker

Student ID #: 005816SP

Grade: 9

Age: 14

Date of Birth: August 10, 2001

Enrollment Year: 2015

Homeroom: 9B – Science Track

Advisor: Mr. Harrington

Address: Queens, New York City

Emergency Contact: May Parker

Photo: [Peter with a hoodie, goofy half-smile, slightly messy hair — total dork energy]

Barcode: ||||| || ||||| ||| ||||

Issue Date: September 4, 2015

Valid Thru: June 2026

Ned's Text:

"yk Betty told me Riley was watching this last night n couldn't sleep…

May 23rd.

You two in the library, yk…"

Peter freezes. The ID photo. The date. She remembered.

The butterflies punch him in the gut.

FLASHBACKS HIT.

Library moment. That soft smile.

Her blush.

Peter's "MAN I'M SHAKING".

That crash of books.

The way she looked at him.

How his heart had never been the same since.

He stares at his phone, completely still for five seconds. Then…

Peter (texting):

"I hate you Ned."

delivers

Ned (typing…):

"hahahaha she totally remembers you dude"

"idk if that's love or trauma lol"

Peter groans, smashes his face into the pillow. But he's smiling. Hard.

Peter (muffled into pillow):

"I really hate you Ned."

But his heart's doing cartwheels.

FADE OUT.

FLASHBACK #1 – LIBRARY, MIDTOWN HIGH Thursday, 1:23 PM

Peter's at a quiet corner table, muttering science formulas under his breath, his glasses sliding down his nose. Scribbles cover the page, his brain lost in nerd mode.

A soft voice cuts through the silence.

Riley:

"Hey, you."

Peter's head snaps up.

Across the aisle, Riley stands awkwardly beneath a high bookshelf, eyes glancing up at a thick astronomy book just out of reach.

Riley (smiling, shy):

"Can you get that book for me?"

Peter:

"Uh—yeah! Yeah, sure."

He gets up so fast he bumps his knee on the desk. Reaching up, he grabs the book and hands it to her. Their fingers touch.

Both freeze.

Peter (nervous):

"I—uhh—never saw you around… which grade?"

Riley (blushing):

"Grade 9B."

Peter clears his throat, heart thudding.

Peter (smiling slightly):

"I've never noticed you in class…"

Riley (softly):

"Me neither…"

A pause.

Riley (blurting out, red-faced):

"I mean—I never noticed you either. Not like—ugh—"

She's dying inside from the awkwardness.

Peter gives the most nervous "cool guy" nod in history.

Peter:

"No problem."

She smiles softly and walks away. Peter watches her go like he just discovered gravity.

Peter (whispers):

"MAN I'M SHAKING."

He leans on the shelf to calm himself. The shelf wobbles.

Peter:

"I should've asked her out… or like... exchanged numbers or—ugh."

CRASH. A few books topple off.

Suddenly, a hand on his shoulder.

LIBRARIAN (stern):

"Young man. Put those back."

Peter jumps.

Peter (sheepish):

"Oh—sorry, Mrs. Librarian."

She sighs, hand on hip.

Librarian:

"Wrap it up. And keep it low—this is a library."

FLASHBACK #2 – PETER'S ROOM – Thursday, 7:42 PM

Peter's watching the Avengers in Sokovia. As Iron Man soars through the screen, Peter sneezes.

Peter:

"Someone's thinking about me... huh?"

He chuckles.

"Probably Ned."

He yawns and closes the laptop. Shuts off the desk lamp.

Peter (stretching):

"Well, Parker… bedtime."

He flops onto the bed. Arms behind his head. He stares at the ceiling.

And suddenly…

That moment in the library hits him like a soft wave.

Riley's smile.

The brush of fingers.

Her flushed face.

That stammer.

Peter turns on his side, hugging his pillow, grinning like a dork.

Peter (whispers):

"It was cute."

His smile lingers as his eyes close slowly. Heart thudding. Mind spinning.

The butterflies flutter.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. RILEY'S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Monday, 9:05 PM

Riley's still at her desk, curled up with her blanket, phone in hand. Her cheeks are still warm after that talk with Betty.

TEXT CONVO - ON SCREEN

Riley & Betty – "BFF Trauma Chat"

Riley:

"Wait. You didn't… send that ID pic to Ned, right?"

Betty:

"…"

Riley:

"BETTY."

Betty:

"Look I might've sent it…"

Riley:

"OH MY GOD WHY"

Betty:

"You were simping too hard. It had to be done."

Riley:

"I trusted you with my cringe."

"You BETRAYED me."

Betty:

"I regret nothing."

DING!

New Message – from Ned Leeds.

Ned (screenshot to Betty):

"It's done."

followed by another text:

"Peter's gonna have a hard night today."

Ned adds:

😁

Betty (to Riley):

sends screenshot

"OH MY GOOOOOD"

🤣🤣 nice

Riley (typing… deleting… typing again):

"Delete yourself."

"I'm literally going to sink into the floor."

Betty:

"He knows now."

devil emoji

"RIP your sleep. Peter's probs dying in his room rn."

Riley:

"STOPPP I'M KICKING MY FEET IRL I HATE YOU"

Betty:

"you LOVE me. now go drink water and stare at his ID again in peace."

Riley:

"…I already am."

They both burst out laughing in their separate rooms, their screens glowing like soft nightlights.

FADE TO BLACK.

MEANWHILE...

Absolutely gotchu, bro. Here's the continuation with all that late-night teenage heartache, Peter simping HARD, Riley lowkey regretting but also smiling like a dork. Vibes are on fire:

INT. PETER'S BEDROOM – NIGHT –

Monday, 9:38 PM

The lights are off. The only glow comes from Peter's phone screen, the Midtown ID still open. His eyes are wide. He's lying face down in his pillow.

Peter (muffled into pillow):

"Riley... Riley... Riley."

He flips over, staring at the ceiling, heart racing.

Peter (whispers):

"She's so perfect... her voice, her eyes—ughhh."

He groans, buries his face into the pillow again—and then gently kisses it.

Peter (pillow-muffled):

"Why are you not her?"

He flips again. And again. Arms flailing. He's literally kicking his legs like he's in a drama.

He shuts his eyes—23rd May flashes in his head.

The way she said "Me neither..."

Her awkward smile. That small laugh. That little moment.

Peter:

"I can't—bro I'm so done."

He clutches the pillow tighter, like it's the love of his life. His cheeks are red. His heart's punching his chest like it's training for a boxing match.

Beat... Beat.. Beat... Fastens.

Peter (sighs deeply):

"I hate you, Ned…"

He still smiles though.

INT. RILEY'S BEDROOM – SAME TIME

Riley turns her phone on airplane mode, tossing it face-down on the bed.

Riley (to herself):

"They actually told him… I can't believe this."

She sighs and flops back onto her bed, hair splayed out on the pillow. She stares up at the ceiling, her heart both annoyed and fluttering.

Riley (softly):

"...But maybe it's better this way."

She turns her head to the side.

Her laptop sits open on the bedside table.

Peter's school ID is still on screen.

She stares at it… and smiles.

Riley (murmurs):

"Dork."

She hugs her blanket, still gazing at the screen a little longer. Her eyes get heavier. Her breathing softens.

Let's go, bro. I crafted this whole late-night scene just like a movie—heavy emotions, deep conflict, soft family moments… with that MCU-gray tone in the living room lighting. Here it is:

Location: Green Residence – Living Room

Monday, 1:26 pm

The front door clicked open softly. Max Green stepped in, shoulders slouched under the weight of another long night. His work bag dropped beside the coat rack with a quiet thud.

On the couch, Emily sat wrapped in a blanket, arms crossed. Her eyes narrowed the second she heard the door.

Emily:

"Late again."

Max: (kicking off his shoes, avoiding her gaze)

"Too much work today."

Emily: (unfolding her arms)

"You said that yesterday, and the day before that. You're not even working officially anymore, Max."

He didn't reply. He just sighed and sank into the couch opposite her, rubbing his temples.

Emily:

"Are you still working on that thing?"

Silence.

Emily: (more firm now)

"You promised. You said you'd stop after Stark Industries dropped you. After everything."

Max: (quietly)

"I can't stop. I'm too close now."

Emily:

"Max…"

Max: (eyes shut, voice low)

"This tech—it's bigger than me, than us. Stark doesn't get to play god and decide who's allowed to build the future. He buried me. Buried my work. I'm just… unburying it."

Emily: (voice cracking slightly)

"Think about your family for once. About me. I can't raise two girls without their father, Max." (pauses) "I won't."

Max turned slightly, finally looking at her. A long stillness stretched between them, tension thick but heavy with old love.

Emily: (softly)

"I love you, Max. I always have. But please… let it go. Let him go. Stark saved this city. The Chitauri would've destroyed everything."

Max's jaw tightened, but before he could answer, soft footsteps padded from the hallway.

Evelyn: (rubbing her eyes)

"Mommy… I heard yelling."

Emily opened her arms instantly and Evelyn climbed into her lap. She gently stroked her daughter's hair, placing a kiss on top of her head.

Emily: (softly)

"Nothing sweetie. Just a small talk between Mommy and Daddy."

Evelyn nestled in, letting out a tiny sigh before slowly dozing off.

Emily held her close, looking over her shoulder at Max—eyes tired, but filled with love.

Emily:

"I love you, Max. But don't think this is over. Not even close."

She stood up slowly, carrying Evelyn toward the hallway.

Emily: (turning back)

"She's sleeping with us tonight. Come join us, okay?"

Max barely nodded, muttering a low "Mmm," as she disappeared down the hall.

Now alone, Max sank deeper into the couch, drowning in thought.

Emily's words echoed in his mind: "Think about me. Think about our family."

But they clashed violently with a darker memory—

Adrian Toomes, face hardened with grit and bitterness, speaking in hushed tones under a flickering light.

Adrian's voice (in Max's mind):

"We're doing this for our families, Max. For their protection. For the dignity Stark took from us. From the Greens."

"You build that cloning machine. I finish the Vulture prototype. We're a team, okay? We stick together."

"We're partners."

Max opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in silence.

A storm raged inside him.

Between love and vengeance.

Between his wife's warmth… and Toomes' fire.

Eventually, with a heavy breath, Max shut his eyes.

And the house fell quiet once more.

Only the hum of distant traffic, and a man torn between what he loves—and what he thinks he has to do.